If they only knew.

If they only knew what we did to them.
Would they ever forgive me or you for that matter.
It was always so wrong but it felt so right.
We tricked each other in to this mess.
And now we must end it.
Let's run and never turn or look back.
The pain is starting to make me sick.
I can't take it anymore.
They need to know.
But they can't know.
They are never allowed to know the pain we put them though for so long.
I guess this is how the story end.
We die with a lie.
They go on living.
Not all story's have a happy ending do they?
This was never to happen.
But it did.
Because of us.
We have to live with the guilt of the lie.